---- There are things Id rather not dwell on, not even imagine, or I won''t be able to leave this worldand I have a mission toplete.


    see A few hourster, I walked elegantly dressed in ck through the hallways of the massive central mansion, on my way to visit the biggest bitch in the De Croix estate.


    Morgana better not test me, or Id rip her head off sooner than nned.


    ---- I wasnt asleep anymore.


    Now, I was Electra de Croix, and the spell wasnt affecting us at this moment.


    T opened the envelope and pulled out a note with elegant handwriting: Its been a while since youve visited.


    Lets have dinner together.


    Morgana.


    I swallowed nervously.


    This was what I had been avoiding, but now it was time to face the truth.


    If Morgana didnt discover me, I could finally rxbut what if she did? Td have to act fast, either escape or kill her.


    lifted my gaze and met Sss deep, intense stare, standing right in front of me.


    Always silent, always waiting, just watching me, but I also noticed his unease.


    His eye drifted toward my neckline, nearly exposed by this overly loose gown, eyeing the marks from his passionate kisses.


    He was probably expecting punishment.


    Ss...


    Yes, mydy.


    His hands clenched at his sides, pressed against his pants.


    ---- I thought about how I needed to buy him more clothes.


    Have them prepare a rose bath for me, I ordered, watching the internal struggle within him.


    Nothing else, mydy? he asked tensely, the muscles in his jaw tightening.


    Were you expecting something else? I looked at him without flinching.


    He opened his mouth, then closed it, finally lowering his head.


    > ss, I need to hurry.


    Dont waste time thinking about unnecessary thingsjust do as I asked.


    Yes, yes, mydy.


    This ve can apany you wherever youre going...


    No, I''m going to see my sister, Morgana, I refused tly.


    limmediately felt the murderous intent radiating from his pores and saw his features harden.


    He must know exactly who Morgana is.


    I wont ask.


    I dont want to know if she was one of Lucrecias guests who yed with him, though I suspect she was.


    The urge to wring those bitches necks overwhelms me.


    Every time I think about it, my rage makes my control over Electra waver.